Meet the Authors
Jodie is a wife, mother of two, speaker, teacher and blogger. Her passion is teaching women the Word of God to help motivate and encourage them to strengthen their faith walk. She looks for joy in the everyday things like laundry, waiting in line and cooking, considering each an opportunity to share God’s love with others.
One Jar At a Time
Our world needs joy! Will you join us on a mission to deliver joy, One Jar At A Time?
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Founder, Worship Leader
Donna is a daughter of the King, wife to an ordained youth pastor, mother of three beautiful children, and a physical therapist. Her passion is music, leading and sharing in worship through song in order to bring women closer to the heart of God, verse by verse. She looks for joy in the misfit places of life, sharing laughter with others and showing them God’s extraordinary love for them.
The Long and Short of It
Hurry here, hurry there! Everywhere I turn there seems to be hurry. The roadways are congested, the grocery isles have pile ups, and all I can say is it seems we have pushed a button that is counting down the days while we race to complete endless to-do lists that are all about Christmas. Well, at least the Christmas we have grown accustomed to celebrating. Slow down, pause, rewind and remember. Rewind with me to that very first Christmas…the shepherds were simply keeping watch over their flocks when the news arrived that Jesus was born. Simply tending to their flocks, keeping their regular routine and great things occurred. In the same region there were some shepherds staying out in the fields and keeping watch over their flock by night. And an angel of the Lord suddenly stood...read more
We rush. We fuss. We make haste. We waste. We play tug of war in our hearts when we seek to balance all the jingle and joy of Christmas. Jingle bells! Joy to the world! Christmas and Christ. Since I was a little girl the magic of Christmas had been held in the traditions of my family. It wasn’t until later in life that I realized the real magic of Christmas was found in the beauty of a dirty manger that Mary lay in and gave birth to our King. The little girl in me still loves the “jingle” of Christmas, but she adores the “Joy” of Christmas more. The dilemma? Balance. Keeping the jingle and the joy together, but balanced. Remembering to have a little bit of jingle and a whole lotta joy! Focusing on Christ and placing Him in the center of what should be the...read more
Grasping hands, we stand in a circle and she says, “Share one thing you are thankful for” and silence fills the room. It’s Thanksgiving Day and we have all gathered to feast, hunt, fellowship, read the sales papers, watch the parade, and yes, give thanks. But every year it’s a little awkward when my husband’s mom asks the group to share what they are grateful for as we join hands to ask a blessing over the mounds of food. Why? Find out over at our dear friends Jana’s place….. http://sweettothesoul.com/blog/2016/11/22/grateful-beyond-one-day Today I am so excited to share over at Sweet to the Soul and hope you will take a moment to meet me there! ~ Jodieread more
There are several reminders of my granny around my home; little gifts she gave me over the years. I would trade all the gifts I can touch from my granny to just sit with her for a little while and experience all that she was to me. She was kind. She was loving. She was generous. She was patient. She was forgiving. She was thoughtful. When we list things we are grateful for we often count blessings by naming things we have been given. We are thankful for our homes, our jobs, our clothing, even our families have been given to us. We should be grateful for these things, however as I read Psalm 118 I thought less of what I have been given and more of who God is to me. Give thanks to the Lord, for he is good; his love endures forever… 4Let those who fear the Lord say: “His love endures...read more
Yesterday I fell and hit my head hard on a door frame. I sat on the floor, holding my head, feeling the knot developing, and I didn’t know whether to laugh, cry, or both. After collecting myself and telling the dog, the cause of my fall, who was king of the castle, I grabbed my frozen package of corn, reserved for bumps and lumps, and placed it on my head. Yes, I have a bag of frozen corn reserved for bumps and lumps. But that is not the point of this post…I just thought you might smile. Today, as I recollect over my mishap I am grateful. Grateful that God woke me up. Grateful I don’t have a headache. Grateful for the friend that texted to check on me and my noggin. Grateful for the bag of frozen corn, placed back in the freezer for my next mishap. Grateful for my...read more
My husband loves to scare my poor, sweet neighbor. He spots her quickly each time she begins to walk across the street, and then proceeds to tip-toe with a little skip behind the door and lie in wait for her to come in. Bark, Bleh, Boo (whatever phrase he chooses)….Ahhhh! Then the slapping and loud huffing begin as they act like they are brother and sister. “EVERY TIME!”, she exclaims and then he just laughs. I myself, cannot help but giggle. When will she learn? She must keep her guard up. Justin is right around the corner just waiting to pounce and never misses his chance. A few weeks ago, I had the opportunity to teach a prayer mapping class through our Fresh and Focused ministry at our church. I taught on praying against Satan’s attacks in our lives based on...read more
Our hearts are longing for our lives to be centered on Christ, for our hands to join in unity, for women to break down the walls that keep us from worshipping together. God has placed a burden on our hearts so strong that we cannot deny moving forward to make a change in the one place we can make the most impact…our city! This Saturday night we will gather with women to join hands, hearts, and voices together. To praise. To worship. To pray. To proclaim that placing Jesus at the center of our lives has the power to break down walls that divide. To proclaim that we will focus our hearts on our Shepherd and we will follow His lead to love one another despite our differences. When I think about being centered I think about strength; I think about the core of our being that all other...read more
The sun was shining and the dark clouds were forming. The sky looked at odds and off I went to walk the dog. Surely I can get this walk in before any rain falls. And then it hit me. Not the raindrops. The proverbial thought of the day. When we see darkness looming we have a choice: We can assume the worst or trust the Best. Please notice that I didn’t say “hope for the best”. Trusting the Best. We get to choose if we trust the promises of God (the One who is our hope). It’s true that storms are brewing all around us. Even the most optimistic of us admit that the things of today are hard. Illness, terrorist attacks, broken families, and hungry children. But lately I’ve been reminded that because I know the source of Light, Jesus, there is always hope in the...read more
As we sat in a circle surrounded by a beautiful group of women, the familiar ring of heartbreak and sadness rang out. Cancer is running rampant, death is prevalent, children need prayer, and marriages are being challenged. All that is wrong with the world seemed to prevail. But amongst the heartbreak a praise rang out loud and clear…..”my husband and I were baptized last night….together.” Applause erupted. And then the tone of the circle changed, as others began to share a little of what is right in the world. We are bombarded with the negative it seems. The headlines are full of tragedy. Death is all around us. People are being divided. Our upcoming election seems a farce. Sickness is multiplying. All that is wrong with the world seems to prevail. But so does...read more
Boy did it smell bad. Stink, stank, stunk! But boy, it was pretty. I walked into the freshly painted area. My nose alerted me before I was even within viewing distance; somewhere, there had to be fresh paint! You know that smell. The kind that makes you want to turn on fans, open windows, or run the other way. Once I could see the results on the wall I thought, “it’s worth the smell to see the beautiful results.” The stink is temporary, the results are beautiful. We are fast approaching a big change in our Faithfully Following (FF) programs. For over six years we have been doing things pretty much the same and it’s been filled with goodness. But the walls are a little scuffed and in need of a fresh coat of paint. We feel a little like we are standing in front of a...read more
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